Fiction: Bombs Away Pilgrims (SHE excerpt)

“Bombs away Pilgrims”

Your flight attendant says, as you find yourself scrambling wildly for the complimentary seasoned nut pouch.  The plane falters momentarily, and you are reminded of your mother’s firm grip on your childhood: shaky, stifling.

Engines cough, sputter, and choke, and the scent of burning ozone drifts through the corridors of your nasal passages.  You begin to suspect that this is not the smoking section, despite the stewardess’ flaming attitude to match her shouldering beehive. Continue reading Fiction: Bombs Away Pilgrims (SHE excerpt)

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Dream Journal: Mini Episodes 01

There is some mysterious, hidden technology that allows my wife Cat, Meredith H. and I to climb and crawl about on ceilings. Somehow this is connected with the ability of the soundtrack the planets by Gustav Holst specifically the Mars, the bringer of war track, to synch up with our furniture (which is bouncing to the strings and drums).

We are doing these ceiling maneuvers in a series of old gothic mansions.

We are looking for something specific. Continue reading Dream Journal: Mini Episodes 01

Dream Journal: April 11, 2016

My wife Cat and I are visiting my family in Oregon.

There is something wrong with our car, so we are borrowing my grandmother’s Toyota van.  It is dark gray, beat up, and missing about a third of the front bumper and nose. The handicapped front grill has been repaired with cardboard and duct tape.

While we are driving through the country from one family function to another, Cat drifts off to sleep at the wheel, and we veer off the road and into a cornfield.  As we run over hundreds of corn stalks, I gently nudge Cat awake.  We manage to stop, but not before the van’s front cardboard makeshift grill has been severely compromised. Continue reading Dream Journal: April 11, 2016

Dream Journal: April 8, 2016

I am on a train, moving from one specific geothermal region to another.  Desert.  Endless dunes as far as the eye can see.  The train is full of a mix of people and a few scattered anthropomorphized animals; elephants, lions, bears, hippos…

Rising like a hazy oasis from the desert sand is a tall domed structure, all concrete and glass.

“Now approaching the Welcome Center.  Prepare to disembark.” Continue reading Dream Journal: April 8, 2016

Dream Journal: April 5, 2016

There is a treasure hunt reality television show, filmed on the swamps.  The treasure is hidden and the cast try to locate it using hints that are found in bottled not-water.

I am rooming with a character played by Paul Giamatti, named Paul, who is on the competing team.

Embed from Getty Images  Paul Giamatti

 

As this is a reality show, time is not linear.  There are flashbacks and flashforwards to add spice to the narrative.  Talking heads pop up to give valuable commentary or the odd piece of trivial fluff. Continue reading Dream Journal: April 5, 2016

Dream Journal: April 2, 2016

I am part of a hit squad, comprised of some very bad people: drug dealers, prostitutes, killers.

We have been contracted by some other bad people to take out a woman target.

She is a diner cook by day and amateur drug dealer/prostitute by night, who had unintentionally pissed off the wrong people, and quickly gotten in over her head with the criminal underworld that I generally work for. Continue reading Dream Journal: April 2, 2016

Dream Journal: April 1 2016

Jaime and Adam are retiring Mythbusters.

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Mythbusters left to right, Tory Belleci, Grant Imahara, Kari Byron, Adam Savage, Jamie Hyneman

 

I have received an invitation from Tory Belleci to the Mythbusters gift shop/museum building.

I head inside a very nondescript square building of concrete and smoked glass.  The lighting is dim, making the interior feel very cave like.  Displays are set up within pools of light, making it hard to see anything except for the displays.  I keep stumbling into the cordoned off velvet ropes. Continue reading Dream Journal: April 1 2016

Dream Journal: March 29 2016

It is early morning, late autumn, in Fairfield, Iowa.  I am driving to work at Art Select while the sun rises in the east.  The clouds are all purple and yellow and orange. The office building sits nestled between cornfields just north of town.

The parking lot is nearly empty.  I am one of the first ones to arrive this morning.  The air is quiet and still as I lock my car and head inside.

As I head down the wide corridor toward my office, I hear a man’s voice coming from my office. Continue reading Dream Journal: March 29 2016

Dream Journal: March 30, 2016

It is daylight.

This is important because, despite all appearances to the contrary, we are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.   This is okay because these zombies never show up while it is daylight, only at nighttime.  So provided no one is out after curfew, there is never a problem.

There is an apartment building which is set up like a coed dormitory, where I am living with scores of other people.  Architecturally speaking, it is a boxy pyramid, with tiers going out on every subsequent floor – top floor is very narrow and the bottom floor is very broad.  I am on the roof, taking in the sun and blue sky.  It is a beautiful day for a wedding.  My friend, played by actress Brie Larson, is getting married today.

I get delivered a note, Brie needs to see me immediately. Continue reading Dream Journal: March 30, 2016

Dream Journal: March 26, 2016

I am working in some sort of shopping mall, in customer service.

My female co-worker and I sit in the center of a large torus (donut) shaped table, set right by the front entrance of the mall.  We are there to address shopper questions and help direct them to the stores they are looking for.  We are the information table.

An older, grandma aged customer comes up and compliments my co-worker on her ornate jewelry (garish gold bracelets with huge costume jewels inset and matching oversized earrings).  Grandma then turns to me and asks “Is there a Dollar Store nearby, or something similar?”

I direct her to a store that is roughly seven blocks away from our location.  Grandma thanks us and leaves. Continue reading Dream Journal: March 26, 2016